It's been a big week at OAG Headquarters.
On Sunday, I was a bridesmaid in my friend's wedding. That makes twice, in case anyone is counting. It was a lovely, long, joy-packed tearjerker of a day, as one might expect. The ring-bearer flat out refused to perform his duty, but on the bright side, I behaved relatively well considering my general impatience with matrimonial ceremonies.
Part of my low tolerance for pomp and circumstance can be blamed on my dad being in town and having less time to spend with him. The other part could be linked to excessive hairspray inhalation.
After the wedding, we raced out of town for better viewing of a full solar eclipse, which just happened to be ideally observed from our little spot on the planet. Like a scene from Close Encounters of the Third Kind, we stood looking through small pieces of welder's glass toward the western horizon as the moon passed in front of the sun, leaving only a ring of light.
But amidst the hubbub, Dad, Little Gen and I were able to escape for a night of sleeping under the stars. I have not been camping in a very long time and once we arrived at the site, unpacked our limited supplies, and concluded which tree was the men's and which was the women's restroom, I found myself at a complete loss. I'd already eaten most of a pepperoni pizza and as much junk food as I could safely tolerate. So I laid back on my cot and looked at the clouds. I'd forgotten how nice it is to look at clouds. I'd highly recommend it for whatever ails you.
I spent the earlier part of this week recovering from the weekend. I slept a lot. I visited a wildlife refuge and most of the animals that lived there were sleeping, which just made me more tired. I think the bear may have been hibernating because I didn't even see her.
I woke up this morning with new resolve. I was ready to get back to business. And I did manage to delete a few old emails by lunchtime, but lately the things that used to be so important seem to be much less pressing.
But this was only the prelude to the grand finale. I was sitting at my computer, ruminating on the weeks events, when I heard a huge crash, followed by a splash, which turned out to be the entire contents of Little Gen's makeup bag falling into the toilet. Then, while driving to Target (partially to replace her now muddy rouge), she lit a cigarette to smoke away some blues, gagged, choked and vomited on her lap. And as she was regaling this story over dinner, I attempted to light a candle and lit my hair on fire instead. Thankfully, Little Gen jumped up immediately and clapped her hands on my flaming locks.
[This was followed by several minutes of uncontrollable giggling.]
This week marks the second birthday of the OneArmGirl blog. As I sit here typing with the smell of singed hair wafting in my nostrils, I wonder if I should just celebrate with gratefulness that it didn't all come to an end in a fiery ball of burning hair.
But I'll be happy if next week is just less eventful.
OneArmGirl
On Sunday, I was a bridesmaid in my friend's wedding. That makes twice, in case anyone is counting. It was a lovely, long, joy-packed tearjerker of a day, as one might expect. The ring-bearer flat out refused to perform his duty, but on the bright side, I behaved relatively well considering my general impatience with matrimonial ceremonies.
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After the wedding, we raced out of town for better viewing of a full solar eclipse, which just happened to be ideally observed from our little spot on the planet. Like a scene from Close Encounters of the Third Kind, we stood looking through small pieces of welder's glass toward the western horizon as the moon passed in front of the sun, leaving only a ring of light.
But amidst the hubbub, Dad, Little Gen and I were able to escape for a night of sleeping under the stars. I have not been camping in a very long time and once we arrived at the site, unpacked our limited supplies, and concluded which tree was the men's and which was the women's restroom, I found myself at a complete loss. I'd already eaten most of a pepperoni pizza and as much junk food as I could safely tolerate. So I laid back on my cot and looked at the clouds. I'd forgotten how nice it is to look at clouds. I'd highly recommend it for whatever ails you.
I spent the earlier part of this week recovering from the weekend. I slept a lot. I visited a wildlife refuge and most of the animals that lived there were sleeping, which just made me more tired. I think the bear may have been hibernating because I didn't even see her.
I woke up this morning with new resolve. I was ready to get back to business. And I did manage to delete a few old emails by lunchtime, but lately the things that used to be so important seem to be much less pressing.
But this was only the prelude to the grand finale. I was sitting at my computer, ruminating on the weeks events, when I heard a huge crash, followed by a splash, which turned out to be the entire contents of Little Gen's makeup bag falling into the toilet. Then, while driving to Target (partially to replace her now muddy rouge), she lit a cigarette to smoke away some blues, gagged, choked and vomited on her lap. And as she was regaling this story over dinner, I attempted to light a candle and lit my hair on fire instead. Thankfully, Little Gen jumped up immediately and clapped her hands on my flaming locks.
[This was followed by several minutes of uncontrollable giggling.]
This week marks the second birthday of the OneArmGirl blog. As I sit here typing with the smell of singed hair wafting in my nostrils, I wonder if I should just celebrate with gratefulness that it didn't all come to an end in a fiery ball of burning hair.
But I'll be happy if next week is just less eventful.
OneArmGirl
